Dance Fever
AN: So I only got one note on the question I asked about this being written and I decided to just write it anyways, cause ya know REBEL! First Fangs imagine and third imagine on my blog. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Sweet Pea doesn’t think you can dance sexy with Fangs so you make a bet you can and it goes a little farther than intended, but you win the bet *wink wink*. Warnings: SMuT, smUt, and strong language.
The Wyrm was bustling like every Friday night. You sat in the back corner with Sweet Pea watching the couples on the dance floor.
“Ya know, you and Fangs could dance like that,” Pea pointed lazily to a odd couple slow dancing to the fast pace song. You scoffed. Pea smirked bringing his bottle to his lips.
“No I think we could dance more like that,” You pointed to a couple closer to the middle grinding on each other, keeping time with the bass of the song. Fast, hot and sweaty. Pea choked on his beer, raising his eyebrows at you.
“As if,” he laughed setting the bottle down on the table. Just as you were about to reply you noticed Fangs and Toni making their way to you.
“Bet you ten bucks I can right here right now,” You shot back, standing up and peeling off your jacket knowing you’d get hot as soon as you start to dance. Pea stuck his hand out, “Deal.”
You made your way to your two best friends, meeting them halfway.
“You, me, dance floor, now,” you grabbed Fangs’ hand tugging him along. Fangs shot Toni a pleading glance before he lost sight of her in the crowded bar. You made your way into the middle of the crowd and turned to face Fangs. His expression made you want to take him home and cuddle and watch movies, he looked like a lost puppy.
“You know Y/N I really love spending time with you, but you know I can’t dance worth a shit,” He yelled over the loud music. You smiled at him.
“Don’t worry Babe, just follow my lead,” You smirked at how he physically shuddered when you said babe. Its something you usually do, pet names are your signature, but it always got to Fangs. He nodded. You took his other hand in yours and placed them on your hips. He was stiff, too stiff to do anything but stand there and watch you.
“Fangs you need to relax,” You chuckled, snaking your hands up his chest and around his neck. He loosened a bit at the action. You began to sway to the beat of the music. Fangs followed your lead doing the same. The atmosphere began to shift as you go closer. Your legs bent as you pressed yourself against Fangs’ front, your left leg slotted between his. The proximity of his leg to your core gave off a delicious heat that only made you want more.
“I’m gonna turn around,” You mumbled in his ear. You knew for sure he didn’t catch what you had said, but twisted in his arms anyway. Your back pressed against his front in a fluid motion, without missing a beat of the music. The feeling of you pressed against him like this turned him on beyond belief. You glanced across the room to where Sweet Pea and Toni were sitting watching the two of you intently.
You smirked, reaching behind you and grabbed Fangs by the belt loop to pull him closer into you. You grinded your ass back against his hard on making him let out a moan only you could hear due to the loud music. You smiled at the sound pushing against him harder, trying to get that noise again.
Sweet Pea scoffed turning to Toni. He pulled out his wallet and slapped a ten on the table. Toni rolled her eyes playfully looking back to the two on the dance floor.
“Make sure she gets that, I’m outta here,” Sweet Pea stood and made his way to the door, but not before taking one last look at his two friends. His job was done.
Back on the dance floor you had turned back around and were grinding hard against Fangs’ thigh, your leg occasionally brushing his hard on through his jeans.
“Let’s go back to mine,” You said in his ear, nipping at the lobe. Fangs let out a shaky breath with a nod, reluctantly pulling away. He let you lead him out of the bar and to his bike. Fangs got on and you quickly followed, eager to get back to your trailer. Fangs started the bike and turned to look over his shoulder at you.
The bike was cut off steps from your front door. You and Fangs rushed inside. Once inside Fangs slammed you against the front door. His lips brushed over yours gently, a contrast to the previous action.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his hands grazing your cheeks. You replied by pushing up on your toes, connecting your lips with his. It was soft and gentle, not as needy as you had been moving on the dance floor. Fangs pulled away, but just for a second before he had you pinned against the wall kissing you with a fever.
He tapped the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You complied and wrapped your legs around his waist. Fangs fumbled his way to your room, falling onto the bed with you below him. Some how you both managed to become naked. The heat of the room cause you both to have a thin layer of sweat along your body.
“Are you sure about this?” Fangs asked, his forehead pressed to yours. His short breaths fanned across your face and you smiled.
“Of course,” You lifted your hips to meet his briefly, the touch made Fangs groan. He looked down between you both, slowly pressing into you. His jaw went slack as his head fell onto your shoulder. He bottomed out and you gasped, the stretch burned but it was the best feeling you had felt in a while.
“Fangs,” You moaned out his name as he began slow, deep thrusts. Fangs let out a moan. His hand trailed down your side, bringing your leg up to hook around his hip. “Don’t stop baby.”
Fangs had no intention of stopping, if any thing that plead made him pick up speed. His thrusts becoming shorter and harder. The coil in your stomach began to tighten. Fangs let the hand that held your leg slip between your bodies to trace harsh circles on your sensitive nub. You cried out at the feeling.
“Fangs, I’m going to come, fuck,” Fangs thrusted faster, moans falling from his lips like gospels.
“Me too Y/N, shit, shit, shit,” His thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, the vicious rubbing made your orgasm sneak up on you. it overcame you in powerful waves.
Fangs stilled his lips meeting yours as he came. The way he kissed you made you want to never stop. Fangs rolled off of you and landed on your right. You curled into his side.
“What does this make us now?” You traced absentminded shapes on his bare chest. A chuckle rumbled through him. His hand ran through your hair, twirling it at the ends.
“Would you be willing to be my girlfriend?” You let out a giggle and sat up leaning on his chest.
“It would be my honor Fangs Fogarty,” He grinned.
“And mine as well Y/N L/N.”
Fangs ended up staying the night at your place, falling asleep to the sound of you breathing.
AN: HAHA LiterAL SHiT but okay… lemme know what you think. If its garbage tell me and ill delete it lol.
